Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Falleaves

K,I'm slowly and certainly sayinggoodbye to my Casita tanThe air is pointed now and itMakes me want to run for coverYou might be freaked out by the lackOf seasons in CA but rememberthat the season change here is asFrightening as it is beautifulA time for dyingRolling over (play dead)So it can't get to youall september till Spring is HalloweenSo we can disguise ourselves against evilEach night here includes a walkalone up Boulder Trail and backdown it laterThe lamps making movie streaksin the rain mistThings falling from the trees all around meand wet vines reaching down to rain the dewthey've collectedCracking and hissingThere is always a strong smell of something foul or chemical in front of one house by the top of Boulder Trailwith a sloping lawn leading up to its entry and usually a dry cleaning bag hanging behind the glass pane of the front doorI can't help but imagine thebodies in the basementMaybe explaining the consistencyof the dry cleaning bag in the door:0It's true life is all therunning to the calmAnd the blue carThe strain of havingTo say goodbye toYour nene and yr wifeso Many times a weekWhen it's dark outsideOr early in the morningTo do your differentthings you have to doLike tempo rubato(stolen time, a signaturewith no consistency)Quickquick slow&Your Birthday againagain again